My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Whoa. Fuck me.
No, seriously. I want Superman to fuck me. He’s H-O-T!
Yeah, yeah. I know what you’re thinking.
But, Anne, he’s not real!
Whatever. Neither are the airbrushed dudes that keep popping up in my feed. Not that I don’t appreciate the pics, ladies! *wink, wink*
But if you can fantasize about some random half naked fella (who, let’s face it, is probably gay), then I can fantasize about a cartoon. It’s only fair!
Ok, now that we’ve established that I’m a total weirdo, let’s move on.
I always thought Batman was my comic book boyfriend. Brooding, dark, chiseled features…
Superman? Ehhh. Not so much. He’s boring. Vanilla. Whitebread. Nice enough, but not exactly what I’d call exciting, ya know?
In other words, a permanent resident of the Friend Zone.
But after reading this? Dear God, I want to have his little Super-Babies.
Ok, maybe not. I’ve got enough kids already.
But I’d definitely want to do the thing that would result in Super-Babies. A lot.
So what changed? Well, I’m not even sure I can pin it down, but from the first page I was just drawn to him. He’s so…cool in this thing.
I know, I know! It’s unbelievable!
It’s also true. Somehow, Soule managed to strip away all the things that made Clark so bland, and what was leftover was jet-black hair, blue-eyes, a chiseled jaw…and all these barely leashed superpowers.
Move over, Bruce…we’re making room for one more!
But don’t think that Soule has totally gutted Truth, Justice, and The American Way. Clark is still Clark. He’ll always have the polite mid-western farm boy sensibilities.
But at least now he seems more like an actual American…and less like a Canadian.
Kidding! I love all you sweet Canucks!
Alrighty. You didn’t think I’d forgotten about the other half of this Power Couple, did you?
I’ve been waiting and waiting for THIS Wonder Woman!
Finally. Finally! Someone (recently, anyway) got her right.
Diana. Is. Badass.
And that’s the thing, isn’t it? If you put anyone other than Superman next to her, they’re just going to pale in comparison. Who else can go toe-to-toe with (quite literally, at this point) the Goddess of War?
Because she’s the definition of hardcore.
And she certainly doesn’t need Superman to rescue her from a burning building, a sinking ship, or a cackling villain. Nope. She can take care of herself. And for that reason alone, she’s an awesome role model for all the tiny little fangirls out there.
I’m not going to go into any detail about the plot, because that’s not the reason this volume shines.
Doomsday, Zod, Apollo…
Yeah, those are your villains. But who cares? This is all about Diana and Clark trying to figure out what they are to each other, and how (or even if) that fits into their ‘work’.
Do NOT miss this story. I mean it.
Also, this has one of the best lines EVAH from Wonder Woman.
When he says…
And then she says…
God, I love this woman.
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